’ ‘Sport!’ grumbled her betrothed, but he accompanied them across the ballroom all the same. ’ ‘What name would you like, then?’ Her shadowed features turned in his direction. It’s well hidden, miss. Well, come back in half an hour. The man looked hard at him. One point was that she was to wear fancy dress in the likeness of a Corsair’s bride, and the other was that she was to spend whatever vestiges of the night remained after the dance was over in London with the Widgett girls and a select party in “quite a decent little hotel” near Fitzroy Square. She pulled down her veil and made her way to the door. Still, his conscience was partly satisfied. They had completed a circuit of the mansion before Roding’s frustration burst out. He came to her at once, and turning, walked by her side. The arrangement had been made by the town matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man.
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